Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 22
anonymous
November 29 2015, 02:56:01 UTC
“Maybe I wanted you to ask,” Tarquin mumbled, giving him one final brief kiss.
Terrence didn’t know what to say to that, so he didn’t say anything. His lips still tingled with the heat of Tarquin’s saliva.
“How’d you learn to kiss like that?”
“Asari,” he said, “it’s like a rite of passage amongst turians fresh out of boot camp to have sex with an asari.”
Tarquin remained laid on top of him, his breath blowing its heat onto his lips.
“Are you going to get off of me?”
“No. You have questions, don’t you?”
“I do,” Terrence admitted. “Are you even attracted to me?”
“Are you even attracted to me?” Tarquin asked in turn.
Terrence gave the question some thought. Looks weren’t really that important to him, but that wouldn’t be the most tactful answer. He wasn’t very physically attracted to Tarquin, no. The teeth were terrifying, though he was surprised he hadn’t encounter them during their kiss. Apart from that, everything else was just alien and didn’t really do anything for him. His tongue was fucking bomb though. Emotionally, hell yes, and that was what was terrifying. He’d never been good at forming emotional attachments to people, he hadn’t wanted to, but to grow so close to a person within hours of meeting them was alien in itself.
“Not really.” Terrence said. “Not in the physical sense, at least.”
“Same. It doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy kissing you though,” he admitted, slipping an arm underneath his back and pulling him in for a kiss.
“I don’t enjoy the act because I find you attractive, Terrence, I enjoy it because of the fact that it’s you… and it does feel pretty good. That sounds horrible, but I hope that it makes sense?”
Oddly, Terrence understood,
“Perfect sense,” he said, keeping it simple.
He’d have liked to keep it simple, but his drunken, lusty mind took over. Likely due to the neglected semi he was hiding in his Alliance blues.
“So… are you going to fuck me or what?”
Tarquin shook his head, whether in disbelief or refusal, Terrence wasn’t sure.
“In your Alliance uniform? I’m certain that’s some form of war crime by our peoples’ standards,” Tarquin said, a slight grin on his features, as he got to his feet.
“But no, I just want a warm body next to mine tonight. Someone I care for, you know? Not just a quick fuck with a random face I’d picked up from a bar.”
Again, Terrence understood.
Tarquin led the way in a much more comfortable silence to a hotel on the Presidium. It was a somewhat lavish asari affair. All sleek blue metallic surfaces and smooth curves. Terrence suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious, feeling that the few human employees in this asari run establishment would know that he just spent maybe twenty minutes making out with a turian, but either they didn’t know what he’d just done or didn’t care. His spine slackened with relief in the lift.
“Relax,” Tarquin said.
They finally came to a room on the fourth floor, and Tarquin swiped his omnitool against a keypad. The door unlocked with a click, and they entered the room.
It was pretty spacious with light decoration. A couple of sleek cream couches around a large screen, an elaborate kitchen unit, and a large cubical shower partitioned away from the open plan. It looked expensive.
“My mother knew the asari matriarch who owns this hotel. So they let me stay for free in case you were wondering,” Tarquin said.
“Knew?”
“My mother passed away when I was fifteen.”
Terrence just nodded, not thinking he’d appreciate an apology or sombre moment. He wouldn’t.
“Where’s the bedroom?” Terrence asked.
The slight frown on Tarquin’s face disappeared and he led the way to the room next to the shower.
Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 23
anonymous
November 29 2015, 02:56:45 UTC
They stripped in silence. Terrence finished first, quickly sliding underneath the covers of the king-sized bed. Marvelling at the softness of the mattress, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so relaxed, so comfortable. He looked up at Tarquin, who had just taken off his chestplate, fascinated by the tightly corded muscle of his light brown torso with its intermittent grey plating. Looking carefully, he could notice that his facial markings continued along the sides of his neck and ended where his cowl began. His waist was rather narrow before flaring into wider hips that were revealed as Tarquin began to fiddle with the marvel of engineering that his greaves were. Finally, he was naked and Terrence was left baffled.
He had no genitalia? Terrence hadn’t considered the possibility of Tarquin having female genitalia, but he was sure he wouldn’t freak out. Much. Who knew how space raptors worked sexually?
“So, Tarquin… where’s your dick?”
“Safe. It’s all internal,” Tarquin said with a teasing smile. “In fact, if you show me yours, I’ll show you how to show mine.”
Terrence lifted the covers up, and Tarquin slid in beside him, bringing a huge amount of body heat with him. After gathering some pillows to place under his cowl, Tarquin spoke.
“Do you mind if I get closer, Terrence?”
“Not at all.”
Tarquin moved closer so that they were shoulder to shoulder, and Terrence leant forward, thanking Tarquin for taking the initiative when his arm wrapped around his shoulder and pulled Terrence into him.
Terrence took Tarquin’s free hand in his and put it on his flaccid cock, stifling a groan at the feel of Tarquin’s incredibly hot hand.
“This is mine,” he said, snickering under his breath.
“I never would have guessed.” Tarquin gave an idle squeeze. Part of.. a large part of Terrence squirmed, but he forced himself to trust Tarquin. He wouldn’t hurt him. Tarquin pulled the covers off so he could get a look.
It was a strange sight, his flaccid cock in that alien triadic grip. Tarquin’s hands were massive and his digits were appropriately proportioned. It was really, really strange to watch. Tarquin’s inspection was both visual and tactile, slowly coaxing him towards an erection with gentle pumps and light squeezes. When he was fully erect, at a sizeable eight inches, Tarquin lightly touched his balls, almost in question.
“Testicles,” Terrence said gruffly.
Tarquin moved back to his dick like he’d been burnt.
“Sorry about that,” Tarquin said.
Terrence, thinking about the mood, didn’t comment. Probably some weird turian thing.
“Hmm… it’s smooth and dark brown. Soft too, even when erect. Very similar in ways, very different in others.”
Tarquin briefly removed his hand to show him a plated region on his crotch that looked oddly like a pussy. It was slightly moist and everything and his brain just about short-circuited. Space raptors, man…
“Put your hand there,” Tarquin said.
Terrence was hesitant, but did as requested.
“Stroke, but don’t put your fingers inside.”
Once he started rubbing, Tarquin went back to idly stroking his cock. It only took a few seconds for something to begin to emerge. Tarquin’s dickhead was bullet-shaped. The differences didn’t end there, however. The shaft got progressively broader as it continued to emerge, ending with a thick base. Looking at it now that it had all left its hiding spot, the whole thing was blue, incredibly slick and ribbed of all things. It was like a really big, slightly gross, exotic dildo. He’d estimate Tarquin to be maybe ten inches and thick.
Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 24
anonymous
November 29 2015, 02:57:12 UTC
“So?”
“It’s.. it’s.. blue? Wet? I don’t know, Tarquin, where do you want me to begin?”
“Stroking it would be fine for now,” Tarquin promised, moving his hips towards Terrence’s hand.
Terrence gave a minute shudder at the growly tone Tarquin had taken in his arousal.
It was incredibly hot and slick in his hand; it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Despite the whole weird factor, it was a lot easier to stroke than his own due to the natural lubricant. After a couple of strokes, Tarquin’s cock suddenly dribbled a lot of translucent precum from the slit. Terrence stopped.
“I hope you do know that we’re as equally strange to each other.”
“I can imagine” Terrence said, feeling embarrassed that he’d been so transparent with regards to how weirded out he was. Tarquin wasn’t showing any signs of being uncomfortable stroking him, and here he was acting like a fucking virgin.
“We can stop if you want.”
“No.”
Tarquin took it upon himself to distract Terrence by turning and kissing him, continuing to stroke him. They slowly made out until Terrence came with a grunt into Tarquin’s hand.
“I want to watch you get yourself off, Tarquin,” Terrence said.
Tarquin took one hand and placed it at the bulbous base, squeezing it with a groan, and stroked his shaft slowly.
“The base is sensitive?”
“It’s a knot. It’s sensitive to incentivise tying. I’m on hormonal suppressants though, a military thing, so it doesn’t swell on orgasm.”
Terrence found himself very weirded out again, but continued to watch otherwise.
Tarquin’s orgasm came with fanfare in comparison with his own rather quiet one. Tarquin just about roared, sending a thrill of some form of atavistic fear through Terrence, and his legs locked up as his cock spurted spurt after spurt of thick purple cum onto his muscled chest. Tarquin stroked out the remaining drops with a low rumbling purr that helped to calm Terrence’s racing heart.
That was pretty hot going by the growing stiffness in his crotch.
“Damn,” he muttered.
Tarquin smirked, preening it almost seemed, as he cleaned himself and Terrence with some conveniently placed serviettes.
Once they were clean, Tarquin pulled Terrence into his chest with a sigh. Something big and throbbing landed in the cleft of his ass, drooling its slickness.
“You’re still hard,” Terrence said, both slightly horrified and largely impressed by his lack of refractory time.
“I am.”
“I’m going to sleep. I’m on duty tomorrow.”
Tarquin just buried his head in Terrence’s neck with a grunt.
Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 25
anonymous
December 1 2015, 11:29:36 UTC
When Terrence woke up, the immediate thing that caught his attention was how at ease he felt. He could only describe how he felt as: amazing. It felt like the weight of an entire galaxy had just been lifted off of his neck. let alone his shoulders. Even with the slight hangover he had, he felt on top of the world.
Opening his eyes, greeted him to the sight of Tarquin’s neck. As Terrence slowly became aware of his own limbs again, he realized that he was lying on top of him, with his arms wrapped around his neck, and Tarquin had kept him secured to his body with a heavy hand on one of the globes of his ass. He also became aware of another limb. His dick was hard and rubbing against the hide, thankfully not the plates, of Tarquin’s lower stomach.
Looking to the side, in the direction of a window, showed that the day cycle had yet to begin. It was still fairly dark on the Presidium. His slight movement must have grabbed Tarquin’s attention, because he stretched his legs a little before spreading them further and holding Terrence tighter to his body.
“It’s 4:56. You’ve only slept for about three hours. Is that normal for humans?” Tarquin said, his own voice low.
“Eight or nine hours is the norm for a civilian. Four to six in the military. I feel good though,” Terrence said.
“Do you mind letting me go and use the bathroom? I need to piss,” Terrence said, already feeling apologetic that he’d have to break their close contact.
As Tarquin raised his hand and sat up, Terrence slid over to the side of the bed and stood up. His hangover finally really hit him then, a sharp jab of pain through his temple that made him stumble a little.
“Holy shit,” he grumbled.
Ignoring Tarquin’s quiet chuckle, he slowly ambled his way to the partitioned area in the front room with the shower. In the partition, there was a sink next to the shower along with an assortment of toiletries in a stylish cabinet display that spanned the entire wall. After dealing with his bladder, he went back to the toiletry rack. Most of the products he didn’t recognize, quickly ignoring them, one by one, until he found the rows containing human (or asari?) toiletries. He quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face before staring at his naked body in the mirror. There was something different.
He was a good-looking guy. A little on the pretty side, but he was slowing growing out of that. Tall - on the lanky side, but he had some nice muscles. He’d have to cut his hair soon, with how his hair was starting to curl. Hopefully Pressly wouldn’t have to cut it again, as the man was a disaster with a pair of clippers. There was also the added problem that they didn’t like each other. Terrence still suspected that he’d ruined his hair out of spite. Chakwas had had to to fix his hairline since she was the only person he really got on with aside from Anderson. Focussing more on his face, he saw it. He’d never been a smiler, more of a frowner. It looked strange to see the tiny upwards curl on his lips. ‘Resting bitch face nigga’ as Elise, one of the members of the Reds he missed the most, had affectionately nicknamed him. His pride had ended up being rankled for years when that stuck. He laughed a little in memory, stood a little taller, and walked back to the bedroom.
Tarquin immediately closed his omnitool upon seeing him and opened his arms in question. Terrence slid into his embrace, smirking when he felt Tarquin’s hand rest on his ass again.
Terrence buried his face back in the soft hide, and it was hard to believe that any part of his body was soft, of Tarquin’s neck with a low sigh, once more enjoying the feeling of the heat of his body against his own. Tarquin gave a low groan of his own, the barest hint of a growl emerging, and the vibrations of his multi-tonal voice were pleasant enough to encourage Terrence to close his eyes. He didn’t want to fall asleep again, but being able to just lay here, on top of Tarquin, and just enjoy the feeling of another person with him, caring for him, was something he was going to take full advantage of.
Terrence didn’t know what to say to that, so he didn’t say anything. His lips still tingled with the heat of Tarquin’s saliva.
“How’d you learn to kiss like that?”
“Asari,” he said, “it’s like a rite of passage amongst turians fresh out of boot camp to have sex with an asari.”
Tarquin remained laid on top of him, his breath blowing its heat onto his lips.
“Are you going to get off of me?”
“No. You have questions, don’t you?”
“I do,” Terrence admitted. “Are you even attracted to me?”
“Are you even attracted to me?” Tarquin asked in turn.
Terrence gave the question some thought. Looks weren’t really that important to him, but that wouldn’t be the most tactful answer. He wasn’t very physically attracted to Tarquin, no. The teeth were terrifying, though he was surprised he hadn’t encounter them during their kiss. Apart from that, everything else was just alien and didn’t really do anything for him. His tongue was fucking bomb though. Emotionally, hell yes, and that was what was terrifying. He’d never been good at forming emotional attachments to people, he hadn’t wanted to, but to grow so close to a person within hours of meeting them was alien in itself.
“Not really.” Terrence said. “Not in the physical sense, at least.”
“Same. It doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy kissing you though,” he admitted, slipping an arm underneath his back and pulling him in for a kiss.
“I don’t enjoy the act because I find you attractive, Terrence, I enjoy it because of the fact that it’s you… and it does feel pretty good. That sounds horrible, but I hope that it makes sense?”
Oddly, Terrence understood,
“Perfect sense,” he said, keeping it simple.
He’d have liked to keep it simple, but his drunken, lusty mind took over. Likely due to the neglected semi he was hiding in his Alliance blues.
“So… are you going to fuck me or what?”
Tarquin shook his head, whether in disbelief or refusal, Terrence wasn’t sure.
“In your Alliance uniform? I’m certain that’s some form of war crime by our peoples’ standards,” Tarquin said, a slight grin on his features, as he got to his feet.
“But no, I just want a warm body next to mine tonight. Someone I care for, you know? Not just a quick fuck with a random face I’d picked up from a bar.”
Again, Terrence understood.
Tarquin led the way in a much more comfortable silence to a hotel on the Presidium. It was a somewhat lavish asari affair. All sleek blue metallic surfaces and smooth curves. Terrence suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious, feeling that the few human employees in this asari run establishment would know that he just spent maybe twenty minutes making out with a turian, but either they didn’t know what he’d just done or didn’t care. His spine slackened with relief in the lift.
“Relax,” Tarquin said.
They finally came to a room on the fourth floor, and Tarquin swiped his omnitool against a keypad. The door unlocked with a click, and they entered the room.
It was pretty spacious with light decoration. A couple of sleek cream couches around a large screen, an elaborate kitchen unit, and a large cubical shower partitioned away from the open plan. It looked expensive.
“My mother knew the asari matriarch who owns this hotel. So they let me stay for free in case you were wondering,” Tarquin said.
“Knew?”
“My mother passed away when I was fifteen.”
Terrence just nodded, not thinking he’d appreciate an apology or sombre moment. He wouldn’t.
“Where’s the bedroom?” Terrence asked.
The slight frown on Tarquin’s face disappeared and he led the way to the room next to the shower.
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He had no genitalia? Terrence hadn’t considered the possibility of Tarquin having female genitalia, but he was sure he wouldn’t freak out. Much. Who knew how space raptors worked sexually?
“So, Tarquin… where’s your dick?”
“Safe. It’s all internal,” Tarquin said with a teasing smile. “In fact, if you show me yours, I’ll show you how to show mine.”
Terrence lifted the covers up, and Tarquin slid in beside him, bringing a huge amount of body heat with him. After gathering some pillows to place under his cowl, Tarquin spoke.
“Do you mind if I get closer, Terrence?”
“Not at all.”
Tarquin moved closer so that they were shoulder to shoulder, and Terrence leant forward, thanking Tarquin for taking the initiative when his arm wrapped around his shoulder and pulled Terrence into him.
Terrence took Tarquin’s free hand in his and put it on his flaccid cock, stifling a groan at the feel of Tarquin’s incredibly hot hand.
“This is mine,” he said, snickering under his breath.
“I never would have guessed.” Tarquin gave an idle squeeze. Part of.. a large part of Terrence squirmed, but he forced himself to trust Tarquin. He wouldn’t hurt him. Tarquin pulled the covers off so he could get a look.
It was a strange sight, his flaccid cock in that alien triadic grip. Tarquin’s hands were massive and his digits were appropriately proportioned. It was really, really strange to watch. Tarquin’s inspection was both visual and tactile, slowly coaxing him towards an erection with gentle pumps and light squeezes. When he was fully erect, at a sizeable eight inches, Tarquin lightly touched his balls, almost in question.
“Testicles,” Terrence said gruffly.
Tarquin moved back to his dick like he’d been burnt.
“Sorry about that,” Tarquin said.
Terrence, thinking about the mood, didn’t comment. Probably some weird turian thing.
“Hmm… it’s smooth and dark brown. Soft too, even when erect. Very similar in ways, very different in others.”
Tarquin briefly removed his hand to show him a plated region on his crotch that looked oddly like a pussy. It was slightly moist and everything and his brain just about short-circuited. Space raptors, man…
“Put your hand there,” Tarquin said.
Terrence was hesitant, but did as requested.
“Stroke, but don’t put your fingers inside.”
Once he started rubbing, Tarquin went back to idly stroking his cock. It only took a few seconds for something to begin to emerge. Tarquin’s dickhead was bullet-shaped. The differences didn’t end there, however. The shaft got progressively broader as it continued to emerge, ending with a thick base. Looking at it now that it had all left its hiding spot, the whole thing was blue, incredibly slick and ribbed of all things. It was like a really big, slightly gross, exotic dildo. He’d estimate Tarquin to be maybe ten inches and thick.
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“It’s.. it’s.. blue? Wet? I don’t know, Tarquin, where do you want me to begin?”
“Stroking it would be fine for now,” Tarquin promised, moving his hips towards Terrence’s hand.
Terrence gave a minute shudder at the growly tone Tarquin had taken in his arousal.
It was incredibly hot and slick in his hand; it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Despite the whole weird factor, it was a lot easier to stroke than his own due to the natural lubricant. After a couple of strokes, Tarquin’s cock suddenly dribbled a lot of translucent precum from the slit. Terrence stopped.
“I hope you do know that we’re as equally strange to each other.”
“I can imagine” Terrence said, feeling embarrassed that he’d been so transparent with regards to how weirded out he was. Tarquin wasn’t showing any signs of being uncomfortable stroking him, and here he was acting like a fucking virgin.
“We can stop if you want.”
“No.”
Tarquin took it upon himself to distract Terrence by turning and kissing him, continuing to stroke him. They slowly made out until Terrence came with a grunt into Tarquin’s hand.
“I want to watch you get yourself off, Tarquin,” Terrence said.
Tarquin took one hand and placed it at the bulbous base, squeezing it with a groan, and stroked his shaft slowly.
“The base is sensitive?”
“It’s a knot. It’s sensitive to incentivise tying. I’m on hormonal suppressants though, a military thing, so it doesn’t swell on orgasm.”
Terrence found himself very weirded out again, but continued to watch otherwise.
Tarquin’s orgasm came with fanfare in comparison with his own rather quiet one. Tarquin just about roared, sending a thrill of some form of atavistic fear through Terrence, and his legs locked up as his cock spurted spurt after spurt of thick purple cum onto his muscled chest. Tarquin stroked out the remaining drops with a low rumbling purr that helped to calm Terrence’s racing heart.
That was pretty hot going by the growing stiffness in his crotch.
“Damn,” he muttered.
Tarquin smirked, preening it almost seemed, as he cleaned himself and Terrence with some conveniently placed serviettes.
Once they were clean, Tarquin pulled Terrence into his chest with a sigh. Something big and throbbing landed in the cleft of his ass, drooling its slickness.
“You’re still hard,” Terrence said, both slightly horrified and largely impressed by his lack of refractory time.
“I am.”
“I’m going to sleep. I’m on duty tomorrow.”
Tarquin just buried his head in Terrence’s neck with a grunt.
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Opening his eyes, greeted him to the sight of Tarquin’s neck. As Terrence slowly became aware of his own limbs again, he realized that he was lying on top of him, with his arms wrapped around his neck, and Tarquin had kept him secured to his body with a heavy hand on one of the globes of his ass. He also became aware of another limb. His dick was hard and rubbing against the hide, thankfully not the plates, of Tarquin’s lower stomach.
Looking to the side, in the direction of a window, showed that the day cycle had yet to begin. It was still fairly dark on the Presidium. His slight movement must have grabbed Tarquin’s attention, because he stretched his legs a little before spreading them further and holding Terrence tighter to his body.
“It’s 4:56. You’ve only slept for about three hours. Is that normal for humans?” Tarquin said, his own voice low.
“Eight or nine hours is the norm for a civilian. Four to six in the military. I feel good though,” Terrence said.
“Do you mind letting me go and use the bathroom? I need to piss,” Terrence said, already feeling apologetic that he’d have to break their close contact.
As Tarquin raised his hand and sat up, Terrence slid over to the side of the bed and stood up. His hangover finally really hit him then, a sharp jab of pain through his temple that made him stumble a little.
“Holy shit,” he grumbled.
Ignoring Tarquin’s quiet chuckle, he slowly ambled his way to the partitioned area in the front room with the shower. In the partition, there was a sink next to the shower along with an assortment of toiletries in a stylish cabinet display that spanned the entire wall. After dealing with his bladder, he went back to the toiletry rack. Most of the products he didn’t recognize, quickly ignoring them, one by one, until he found the rows containing human (or asari?) toiletries. He quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face before staring at his naked body in the mirror. There was something different.
He was a good-looking guy. A little on the pretty side, but he was slowing growing out of that. Tall - on the lanky side, but he had some nice muscles. He’d have to cut his hair soon, with how his hair was starting to curl. Hopefully Pressly wouldn’t have to cut it again, as the man was a disaster with a pair of clippers. There was also the added problem that they didn’t like each other. Terrence still suspected that he’d ruined his hair out of spite. Chakwas had had to to fix his hairline since she was the only person he really got on with aside from Anderson.
Focussing more on his face, he saw it. He’d never been a smiler, more of a frowner. It looked strange to see the tiny upwards curl on his lips. ‘Resting bitch face nigga’ as Elise, one of the members of the Reds he missed the most, had affectionately nicknamed him. His pride had ended up being rankled for years when that stuck. He laughed a little in memory, stood a little taller, and walked back to the bedroom.
Tarquin immediately closed his omnitool upon seeing him and opened his arms in question. Terrence slid into his embrace, smirking when he felt Tarquin’s hand rest on his ass again.
Terrence buried his face back in the soft hide, and it was hard to believe that any part of his body was soft, of Tarquin’s neck with a low sigh, once more enjoying the feeling of the heat of his body against his own. Tarquin gave a low groan of his own, the barest hint of a growl emerging, and the vibrations of his multi-tonal voice were pleasant enough to encourage Terrence to close his eyes. He didn’t want to fall asleep again, but being able to just lay here, on top of Tarquin, and just enjoy the feeling of another person with him, caring for him, was something he was going to take full advantage of.
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